It's as good as your blue-and-yellow changeable silk, Imogen." "Dun'no' but 'tis," said Imogen, reflectively.
Sarah went with Elmira to the mantua-maker's, who lived in the next house, to get the dress cut, while Imogen prepared the dinner.

In the afternoon the two sisters gave Elmira an hour's work on her new gown, one stitching up the body, the other sewing breadths; then they borrowed the neighbor's horse and wagon and drove her home to Upham.
Elmira was glad to ride; she thought that she should die of shame should she walk home and meet Lawrence Prescott again.
Imogen drove.

She was the older, but the larger and stronger of the two.

Elmira sat in the rear gloom of the covered wagon with Sarah, holding her silk gown spread carefully over her knees.

She thought of nothing all the way but the possibility of meeting Lawrence.